I came to know that all is borrowed, even time One day I bought a property, thinking it mine as if I could somehow claim it - that which is truly wild, perhaps appears temporarily tamed shall one day be reclaimed, swallowed by time no memory, no name
baby doesn't want to sleep baby is too busy being awake and crying baby doesn't know how to sleep and there's no mother to teach her baby's mother let's her cry and cry and cry but baby's mother has no intention of teaching her to sleep baby's mother just likes to hear her cry
i feel like a baby that needs to be bullied into sleeping because i forgot how.
Wondering eyes stare at me "Why's she here? Who is she? Why should I care... That she's standing there... This person I've never met... Why do I see her as a threat? Why when I see here standing near... does my heart clench with unyielding fear..." My wondering eyes stare back at her "I'm not backing down,. I know my worth I want you to know you should be scared Because I am here to conquer, so be prepared!" Seeing no way I could make myself clearer... I turn away from the wondering eyes in the mirror.